the moon and the stars are you
Title: Cold
Author: stsoftomorrow (Aryadne)
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own. Just the words.
Notes: First Billie/Mike in a while and first time writting in first person.
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You know when you're in love with someone else when you catch yourself thinking about him every single time of the day, when you want a hug from him desperately or when you just want to have him at your side, when you just want to be with him, no words, no noises, just the silence speaking by itself.
I'm in love and I'm not ashamed to say it. I love his blue eyes, I love his spiked hair, I love his strong arms, I love his long legs, I love his hands... I love everything about him. I love when he smiles, I love when he blinks, I love when yawns, I love when he's quiet, I love when he plays the guitar to me, I love when he sleeps, I even love when he snores.
It's cold here. A cold wind blowing up against my hair just makes the scene even more poetic. My dark hair is dancing in front my eyes and I'm too lazy to unwrap an arm of the blanket I have covering my tiny body to take it away from face, so I let the hair tickle in my eyes.
You must be wondering where the fuck I am, right? Well, I'm outside his house, locked outside the place for 'bad behavior', just like a fucking dog, but I'm not mad because he left me here to die in the cold, I'm mad because I was stupid enough to screw things up, like I always do, but no matter what I do or what I say, I always end running back to him, because I belong to him, and I'm completely fine with that.
He knows he owns me, he knows he's always on control, just the way he likes it, just the way I like it. He knows I'm always going to run back to him and he likes to make sure I know that. He's not evil or something, he just knows how to deal a fucked up man like me.
I'm seating by the pool of his house, and the only clothes I have are old pants and a ripped shirt bigger than my size, and I have only this blanket to protect myself from the cold, colder than the normal. I have my legs crossed, embraced to my chest and the blanket. I don't dare move so the only thing I do is breathe and close my eyes, crying and screaming with myself for being such a stupid slut.
The place was in complete silence, except for the sound of wind blowing. I'm tired, cold, hungry and sleepy. My body refuses to keep seated and I finally fall onto the ground, my whole body shaking because of the cold. I try to wrap myself around the blanket more, to see if I can stop the wind entering inside of the blanket and it works a little.
I was almost passing out when I hear a car coming at my back. My eyes were almost completely shut when I feel two strong arms lift my tired body of the ground. It's him. These are his arms. I can feel the heat coming from his body and I smile, because I feel myself warming up again. It feels good. I bury my head in the middle of the material of his jacket as I feel the movement of his steps carrying me inside. He gives me a quick kiss on my head and I give a lazy smile.
A few seconds later and we're inside home. I know because I heard him opening the front door and I smelled the unique lavender essence coming from the living room. He closes the door behind him, still carrying me on his arms to then finally put me onto the floor and lay me there.
I open my eyes as I feel him laying me down and I can see it in his eyes. He wants me, so I'll give it to him. Before I could notice, I see him ridding of his jacket and shirt and quickly seating on my lap. He kisses me roughly as his hands starts to fight against the blanket wrapped around me, trying to take the material away from my chest.
While we kiss, I ask to myself: on the floor? He never wanted to fuck me on the floor. He doesn't like to fuck on different places, it's always on the bed. I bet he fucked some hooker on the floor, he liked it and now he wants do it with his personal slut too, but I don't really care. I have him right now, that's what really matters to me.
When he's done with the blanket, he raises up to give a glare at me, all puffy, with heavy breath. Once he feels he can breathe again, I feel his hands grabbing my shirt and as quickly before, I feel a cold wind on my chest. He's ripping my shirt, just to have a quick sight of my pale and naked chest. He leans down again to give me another kiss as his hands play on my chest, to then pass under my arms, lifting me up a little bit, holding on my neck from behind, forcing my face even more against his.
I let him lift me up, just like a little doll. His fingers starts to move behind my neck and that tickles, but when one hand reaches my hair and gently give a pull the tickles are gone. His hand moves up and down on my hair, as our kiss grows quickly.
I suddenly feel him pulling my hair and my head to one side, showing off my pale neck. He breaks the kiss to start licking my neck, and the feeling of his tongue dancing in there just makes me feel as hard as a rock. As suddenly as before, he takes one arm away, just letting under me the one that's holding my hair. I moan loud when his tongue starts to play with my ear and he likes to hear me unconsciously beg to be fucked.
I squeeze my eyes shut and I hear him start to unzip his own pants as he still plays with my neck. When I feel his erection against my own I struggle a little, trying to say to him I'm done with the licking. He doesn't stop, holding on my head tighter. His tongue gets slowler, now giving me little kisses all over the place. He takes his arm under me to hold my neck with me completely pushed onto the ground.
One hand grabs my neck while his mouth places kisses all over my chest. I growl loud as a protest, he knows I hate when he do stuff like that, and he knows I know I hate when he does that.. I scream when his mouth stop in one of my nipples and when at the same time I feel a cold hand slide inside on my pants, squeezing my hard member. I hit my head accidentaly on the floor as the overwhelming feeling makes me wanna die.
I shake, out of control. I feel the eletric pulses running through my body and he doesn't stop playing with my nipple. His hand starts to move slowly up and down, holding my member tight. When he feels I buck up against his hand, he stops abruptly.
When I feel I can finally open my eyes, I see his blue eyes staring at my probably shivering green ones with the cutest smile I've ever seen. He takes my head tenderly and gives me a kiss. He says to me to calm down. I try to learn how to breathe again. He starts to trace his way down to my erection again, but this time with only kisses. I feel his hands sliding slowly my pants down, pulling together my boxers.
His face faces my erection and I can feel his breath on the tip of my cock. I shiver and he smiles. He sends me a kiss before putting the head of my dick inside of his mouth, his tongue dancing gently on my skin. The heat of his mouth only makes me harder. When he hit a sensitive spot on the tip on my cock, I let a shriek escape from my lips. He smiles to me again and he slowly pull himself off, not without giving a tenderly kiss on my cock, murmuring 'love you'.
He lays down onto the floor, calling me to do the same thing with him. With no objections, I seat on the floor just to lean down to suck him off. I unzip his pants and quickly take it off of his legs with his boxers just to see how hard he already was.
I take his hard member between my hands and I start to suck him off, using my tongue to do the same thing he did to me. He takes my head between his both hands and begins to thrust inside my mouth, as I listen him moan my name a few times. He starts to move faster, when I abruptly push him away and turn around, giving my cute ass to him.
He smiles again and he comes crawling to reach me. I feel his strong hands taking a tight grip, his arms now slides around my tiny waist, lifting me up and seating me onto his lap. He gives me a tight hug when I feel him shoving his member inside of me. Once inside of me, he gives me a moment to get used to the feeling, even though we had fucked with no lube a thousand times before.
When I feel his hard member ripping me off, I grab him too, tightening his shoulders in a hug. I lean my head down on his neck as he slowly starts to move, up and down. His thrusts aren't fast, what makes me feel even more pleasured because he's hitting my fuckin' prostate. He pulls me up and slowly pulls me down, going deeper and deeper at every thrust.
I can feel the sweat falling from my forehead, as I can feel him starting to sweat too. He gently starts to move faster, without failing on hitting my prostate. I moan his name, he moans my name as he moves my body by my waist. I still have him hugged tight, pushing him against my chest, like if he was mine, only mine.
We're so together. We are one person now. I can feel him inside of me, invading and exploring all the way inside of me, carefuly, tenderly. I start to scream when I feel one of his hands touch my erection, he doing the same thing when he feels me tightening against his dick. We're about to cum, but I don't want this to end.
My shaky hands look for his face, giving him a passionate kiss. We can't control our moans while we kiss, our tongues fighting to see who's the winner. The cold I was feeling minutes ago don't exist anymore. I feel complete again.
A few more thrusts and we both scream. I came all over our chests and on his hand while he spilled all his liquid inside of me. He falls onto the ground, taking me together. We lay there, completely exhausted, but satisfied. He gives me a kiss on my head as he starts to play with my dark hair, one arm wrapping around my waist.
I realize the cold is over. The heat coming from his body makes me melt entirely. Every single part of me. Mike is the sun in my life. Even when everything it's the coldest winter, he'll be there to warm me up and make sure I'm okay. Even when I try to push him away, he'll always be there, smiling at me and making me feel comfortable. I realize now how lucky I am, and how stupid as well. I have my own sun and even though I keep trying to push him away. Stupid slut.
I feel his hand slide on my back, pushing me closer to him. I rub my body against his and we both smile. Mike was my midnight sun: he would never let the dark fall over me. I know that because we love each other, no matter what we say or what we do. We don't need to say 'I love you'."
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Sweet! It's been a long time since I wrote Billie/Mike...
Air xxx
Author: stsoftomorrow (Aryadne)
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own. Just the words.
Notes: First Billie/Mike in a while and first time writting in first person.
~
You know when you're in love with someone else when you catch yourself thinking about him every single time of the day, when you want a hug from him desperately or when you just want to have him at your side, when you just want to be with him, no words, no noises, just the silence speaking by itself.
I'm in love and I'm not ashamed to say it. I love his blue eyes, I love his spiked hair, I love his strong arms, I love his long legs, I love his hands... I love everything about him. I love when he smiles, I love when he blinks, I love when yawns, I love when he's quiet, I love when he plays the guitar to me, I love when he sleeps, I even love when he snores.
It's cold here. A cold wind blowing up against my hair just makes the scene even more poetic. My dark hair is dancing in front my eyes and I'm too lazy to unwrap an arm of the blanket I have covering my tiny body to take it away from face, so I let the hair tickle in my eyes.
You must be wondering where the fuck I am, right? Well, I'm outside his house, locked outside the place for 'bad behavior', just like a fucking dog, but I'm not mad because he left me here to die in the cold, I'm mad because I was stupid enough to screw things up, like I always do, but no matter what I do or what I say, I always end running back to him, because I belong to him, and I'm completely fine with that.
He knows he owns me, he knows he's always on control, just the way he likes it, just the way I like it. He knows I'm always going to run back to him and he likes to make sure I know that. He's not evil or something, he just knows how to deal a fucked up man like me.
I'm seating by the pool of his house, and the only clothes I have are old pants and a ripped shirt bigger than my size, and I have only this blanket to protect myself from the cold, colder than the normal. I have my legs crossed, embraced to my chest and the blanket. I don't dare move so the only thing I do is breathe and close my eyes, crying and screaming with myself for being such a stupid slut.
The place was in complete silence, except for the sound of wind blowing. I'm tired, cold, hungry and sleepy. My body refuses to keep seated and I finally fall onto the ground, my whole body shaking because of the cold. I try to wrap myself around the blanket more, to see if I can stop the wind entering inside of the blanket and it works a little.
I was almost passing out when I hear a car coming at my back. My eyes were almost completely shut when I feel two strong arms lift my tired body of the ground. It's him. These are his arms. I can feel the heat coming from his body and I smile, because I feel myself warming up again. It feels good. I bury my head in the middle of the material of his jacket as I feel the movement of his steps carrying me inside. He gives me a quick kiss on my head and I give a lazy smile.
A few seconds later and we're inside home. I know because I heard him opening the front door and I smelled the unique lavender essence coming from the living room. He closes the door behind him, still carrying me on his arms to then finally put me onto the floor and lay me there.
I open my eyes as I feel him laying me down and I can see it in his eyes. He wants me, so I'll give it to him. Before I could notice, I see him ridding of his jacket and shirt and quickly seating on my lap. He kisses me roughly as his hands starts to fight against the blanket wrapped around me, trying to take the material away from my chest.
While we kiss, I ask to myself: on the floor? He never wanted to fuck me on the floor. He doesn't like to fuck on different places, it's always on the bed. I bet he fucked some hooker on the floor, he liked it and now he wants do it with his personal slut too, but I don't really care. I have him right now, that's what really matters to me.
When he's done with the blanket, he raises up to give a glare at me, all puffy, with heavy breath. Once he feels he can breathe again, I feel his hands grabbing my shirt and as quickly before, I feel a cold wind on my chest. He's ripping my shirt, just to have a quick sight of my pale and naked chest. He leans down again to give me another kiss as his hands play on my chest, to then pass under my arms, lifting me up a little bit, holding on my neck from behind, forcing my face even more against his.
I let him lift me up, just like a little doll. His fingers starts to move behind my neck and that tickles, but when one hand reaches my hair and gently give a pull the tickles are gone. His hand moves up and down on my hair, as our kiss grows quickly.
I suddenly feel him pulling my hair and my head to one side, showing off my pale neck. He breaks the kiss to start licking my neck, and the feeling of his tongue dancing in there just makes me feel as hard as a rock. As suddenly as before, he takes one arm away, just letting under me the one that's holding my hair. I moan loud when his tongue starts to play with my ear and he likes to hear me unconsciously beg to be fucked.
I squeeze my eyes shut and I hear him start to unzip his own pants as he still plays with my neck. When I feel his erection against my own I struggle a little, trying to say to him I'm done with the licking. He doesn't stop, holding on my head tighter. His tongue gets slowler, now giving me little kisses all over the place. He takes his arm under me to hold my neck with me completely pushed onto the ground.
One hand grabs my neck while his mouth places kisses all over my chest. I growl loud as a protest, he knows I hate when he do stuff like that, and he knows I know I hate when he does that.. I scream when his mouth stop in one of my nipples and when at the same time I feel a cold hand slide inside on my pants, squeezing my hard member. I hit my head accidentaly on the floor as the overwhelming feeling makes me wanna die.
I shake, out of control. I feel the eletric pulses running through my body and he doesn't stop playing with my nipple. His hand starts to move slowly up and down, holding my member tight. When he feels I buck up against his hand, he stops abruptly.
When I feel I can finally open my eyes, I see his blue eyes staring at my probably shivering green ones with the cutest smile I've ever seen. He takes my head tenderly and gives me a kiss. He says to me to calm down. I try to learn how to breathe again. He starts to trace his way down to my erection again, but this time with only kisses. I feel his hands sliding slowly my pants down, pulling together my boxers.
His face faces my erection and I can feel his breath on the tip of my cock. I shiver and he smiles. He sends me a kiss before putting the head of my dick inside of his mouth, his tongue dancing gently on my skin. The heat of his mouth only makes me harder. When he hit a sensitive spot on the tip on my cock, I let a shriek escape from my lips. He smiles to me again and he slowly pull himself off, not without giving a tenderly kiss on my cock, murmuring 'love you'.
He lays down onto the floor, calling me to do the same thing with him. With no objections, I seat on the floor just to lean down to suck him off. I unzip his pants and quickly take it off of his legs with his boxers just to see how hard he already was.
I take his hard member between my hands and I start to suck him off, using my tongue to do the same thing he did to me. He takes my head between his both hands and begins to thrust inside my mouth, as I listen him moan my name a few times. He starts to move faster, when I abruptly push him away and turn around, giving my cute ass to him.
He smiles again and he comes crawling to reach me. I feel his strong hands taking a tight grip, his arms now slides around my tiny waist, lifting me up and seating me onto his lap. He gives me a tight hug when I feel him shoving his member inside of me. Once inside of me, he gives me a moment to get used to the feeling, even though we had fucked with no lube a thousand times before.
When I feel his hard member ripping me off, I grab him too, tightening his shoulders in a hug. I lean my head down on his neck as he slowly starts to move, up and down. His thrusts aren't fast, what makes me feel even more pleasured because he's hitting my fuckin' prostate. He pulls me up and slowly pulls me down, going deeper and deeper at every thrust.
I can feel the sweat falling from my forehead, as I can feel him starting to sweat too. He gently starts to move faster, without failing on hitting my prostate. I moan his name, he moans my name as he moves my body by my waist. I still have him hugged tight, pushing him against my chest, like if he was mine, only mine.
We're so together. We are one person now. I can feel him inside of me, invading and exploring all the way inside of me, carefuly, tenderly. I start to scream when I feel one of his hands touch my erection, he doing the same thing when he feels me tightening against his dick. We're about to cum, but I don't want this to end.
My shaky hands look for his face, giving him a passionate kiss. We can't control our moans while we kiss, our tongues fighting to see who's the winner. The cold I was feeling minutes ago don't exist anymore. I feel complete again.
A few more thrusts and we both scream. I came all over our chests and on his hand while he spilled all his liquid inside of me. He falls onto the ground, taking me together. We lay there, completely exhausted, but satisfied. He gives me a kiss on my head as he starts to play with my dark hair, one arm wrapping around my waist.
I realize the cold is over. The heat coming from his body makes me melt entirely. Every single part of me. Mike is the sun in my life. Even when everything it's the coldest winter, he'll be there to warm me up and make sure I'm okay. Even when I try to push him away, he'll always be there, smiling at me and making me feel comfortable. I realize now how lucky I am, and how stupid as well. I have my own sun and even though I keep trying to push him away. Stupid slut.
I feel his hand slide on my back, pushing me closer to him. I rub my body against his and we both smile. Mike was my midnight sun: he would never let the dark fall over me. I know that because we love each other, no matter what we say or what we do. We don't need to say 'I love you'."
~
Sweet! It's been a long time since I wrote Billie/Mike...
Air xxx